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Chapter Two

“Maybe Richie Valens died young — but he did something. I mean, he really did something. Me? What have I done?” - pg 7

“The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea.” - pg 8

“It was a small idea. But at least the idea was mine.” - pg 9

““Sometimes when people talk, they don’t always tell the truth.”” - pg 10

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe Quotes

“To all the boys who’ve had to learn to play by different rules”

“Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?”

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Part One: The Different Rules of Summer

Chapter One

“One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.” - pg 5

 “I was fifteen. I was bored. I was miserable. As far as I was concerned, the sun could have melted the blue right off the sky. Then the sky could be as miserable as I was.” - pg 5

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe Quotes

“To all the boys who’ve had to learn to play by different rules”

“Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?”

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Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe Quotes

“To all the boys who’ve had to learn to play by different rules”

“Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?”

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Jesper (my favourite character) shows many symptoms of ADHD. Although it is never explicitly stated, I don’t have an issue with this as it is set in the past when people’s understanding of neurodiversity was less than nowadays. His symptoms are mentioned in casual ways, and people only get angry at him a couple of times for them throughout both books. This could mean that his peers are generally accepting, or that they don’t know he has ADHD.

It is Disability Pride Month this month, so I will be talking about some disabled characters in books that I own.

Kaz Brekker is the leader of a criminal gang who uses a cane due to an unhealed leg breakage. One thing I like about his disability is that although he is a very strong and often quite scary character, he does suffer because of his disability. He is not strong despite being disabled, he is strong and disabled. Another thing that I love is that he is based on Leigh Bardugo’s own experience, meaning that he is realistic and relatable to me as someone whose disability affects them similarly.

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In her early days at the menagerie, she'd believed someone would come for her. Her family would find her. An officer of the law. A hero from one of the stories her mother used to tell. Men had come, but not to set her free, and eventually her hope had withered like leaves beneath a too-bright sun, replaced by a bitter bud of resignation.

Leigh Barudugo, Crooked Kingdom, pg 64

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They'd wanted him to die without honour, murdered in an infirmary bed. It was a death fit for a traitor. It was the death he had earned. Now Matthias owed Muzzen a blood debt, but how could he ever pay it?

Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom, pg 49

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Matthias heard Wylan whisper to Jesper, "Why won't he just say he wants her back?"

Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom, pg 41

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Was it normal to be fascinated with the way someone slouched?

Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom, pg 38

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"Art is about exposing yourself."

Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl, pg 47

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"Art," … "expresses something deeply personal and private. Art shares your world with other people so they can feel even a momentary connection with you.

Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl, pg 46

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This felt like something else, like friendship or acceptance or maybe fitting in. This felt like fun.

Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl, pg 44

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It is Disability Pride Month this month, so I will be talking about some disabled characters in books that I own.

Kaz Brekker is the leader of a criminal gang who uses a cane due to an unhealed leg breakage. One thing I like about his disability is that although he is a very strong and often quite scary character, he does suffer because of his disability. He is not strong despite being disabled, he is strong and disabled. Another thing that I love is that he is based on Leigh Bardugo’s own experience, meaning that he is realistic and relatable to me as someone whose disability affects them similarly.

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I would live.

Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl, pg 23

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For all my foremothers and forefathers and those in-between, for rioting and fighting and surviving plagues and mourning friends, for coming through pain I can't even imagine to give me the opportunities and freedoms I have now. For my brothers and sisters and those in-between, for surviving out there every day and being beautiful inside and out in a world that's still so far from safe. … For all those that didn't make it, who now rest in power and whose names we will never forget.

Meredith Russo, If I Was Your Girl, pg 4

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There might be time to say goodbye properly. There might even be time for more than that.

Genevieve Cogman, The Invisible Library, pg 342

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None of it mattered. Irene stepped forward and grabbed hold of him, unwilling to let him go. She was conscious of Kai's body against hers, his arms around her as she clung to him, his controlled strength, the warmth of his cheek against hers … Everything seemed to come together in an impulse that made her slide her hand round the back of his neck and pull him down into a desperate kiss.  He didn't try to stop her. Quite the opposite.

Genieve Cogman, The Lost Plot, pg 340

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it was an exhaustion of the soul.

Genevieve Cogman, The Lost Plot, pg 337